Eighty-Six. The Call

“It can really transmit a voice…”

At last receiving a reply, Lu Qinyue beamed with delight. When she turned to look at the senior aunt beside her again, she saw that the woman’s face, in addition to the same relief, also showed a touch of weight lifted from her shoulders.

An object capable of carrying a voice across such an immense distance was bound to be extraordinarily precious, and its significance for the sect’s growth was beyond measure.

More importantly, this had been personally ordered by the sect master. If it were accidentally damaged in transit, the blame would be impossible to atone for.

“Never mind, never mind, children speak without malice!” Ximen could seem to think of no better way to smooth things over.

He had misjudged the situation, and in the end it was he who had caused his own father-in-law’s death, while also depriving Guangling City of one more layer of protection. To say he felt no sorrow or self-reproach would be a lie.

Staring at the two corpses, Du Meili cried out in shock. It was the first time she had ever seen bodies like these.

Since the direction of Lu Yiping and the others’ escape had already been determined, Hoffenberg did not hesitate to expend his mental power to tear open space, leading Thomas, who had recovered, along with the three ninth-rank darkness users he had brought, in pursuit.

In Ximen Jing’s heart, all of this had been caused by Yang Zhong. His hatred had taken root so deeply that whom else was there to seek out?

Once Hoffenberg’s command was given, the thousands of bio-engineered beings underground simultaneously raised their guns and aimed at Lu Yiping and the others in the sky, then pulled the triggers together. Beams of light easily tore through their bodies, inflicting grievous wounds.

Even in the dead of night, there were still people awake in the Li family villa in the suburbs of SC City.

Ximen Jing’s body was utterly numb; he could not move a single finger. He could only watch helplessly as the silver-glimmering long needle pierced down from above his head. He could not help but let out a bitter sigh in his heart. He had never imagined he would die here.

The scene repeated itself, and the instinct buried deep in his bones made him look like a sprawling neighbor’s big cat or dog, waiting for his master’s favor.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, the ground was covered with all manner of grasses and plants, strewn with the carcasses of dead animals and various fungi. The smell was not fresh in the least, but foul beyond measure.

An extraordinarily terrifying aura surged from one side. The towering and ferocious silver-winged tiger transformed into a meteor moving at terrifying speed, carrying the destructive might to shatter the ages, and slammed violently into the barrier of the formation.

Ru Jinbao naturally heard the pointed meaning in Mu Qingxuan’s words and replied coldly. In his view, Mu Qingxuan’s claim that she wanted to raise thirty billion in liquid capital was nothing but a fool’s dream.

“Even so, Brother Fortier could not possibly be the murderer. At the very least, I do not believe it!” The girl Qingtian, who trusted Fortier the most, immediately objected.

“Wahaha! Two elites, I never expected your first shift to earn such great merit!” The next morning, Du Wei returned from headquarters in high spirits and said.

The shout cracked like thunder. A guardian ten meters tall strode through the sky, black wind howling around him like black waves.

Passing through a mountain hollow along the way, they found a barren grove where tents covered the ground, demons and monsters coming and going, yet the whole place gave off an air of calm and order.

The meaning of the myriad-sword intent sounded simple, but it was immensely difficult to cultivate. This supreme sword art was entirely different from other sword cultivation techniques; it relied chiefly on comprehension and belonged to that class of methods that could be grasped only through understanding, not spoken of in words.

Old He snorted with cold laughter, then suddenly turned deathly pale and coughed up a mouthful of blood. The bright red drops spattered onto Bai Suzhen’s white sweater, like clusters of winter plum blossoms.

The commotion here clearly drew attention, and many students passing by the school gate stopped to watch.

What he meant was that this kind of physical parasite was different from other sorcery; only the one who had cast it could break it.

Su Li’s sudden compromise and composure greatly surprised Luo Chen. Since their engagement, Luo Chen had never once read her correctly. She had remained as indifferent to him as ever, never placing him in her eyes, not even deigning to look at him properly.